Saturday, June 14, 2014

Afraid you are leaving or that I am lost

That is it. The work of my life, to learn to stop being afraid you are leaving. Dorothy and her ruby slippers, trying to go home. She brings me to tears to this day. Standing in a living room, someone else's living room 23 years ago. Dorothy came on the screen once again the tears came streaming down. My housemate, bewildered by the deluge of tears. Getting lost at every milestone: graduations, marriage, the birth of a child, the death of a parent, a move, a job changed. Each time unsettled, needing to remind myself that I am there,  that I am me, that this is as home as it gets, that I wouldn't feel so lost if didn't hold on so tight.

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